'Oh, I see you've torn your dress." Fabian said, looking at the dark purple skirt of Rowan's dress.
'Ah, yes.' She started as if she hasn't noticed it.'When Juliana and I were coming home, we had been perched in a tree and I suppose a branch got hung on it when I came down.' She said.
'Well I could mend it for you.' He said bending over and taking the torn layer of her skirt in his hand. His gentle fingers observing the damage. 'You'd barely even notice the hole.'
The hole wasn't much bigger than his palm but I could tell he wanted to fix it for her.
'You don't have to-' Rowan started but her eyes met mine and I gave her a stern look encouraging her to let him.
'I insist! It won't be a problem! I could do it right now, it won't take any time.' He reassured her.
He looked up at her, his old cat eyes pleading for her to let him help.
She nodded and offered a small smile.
'Come to the den, there is a small sewing kit by the fireplace.' She said leading him to the den.
That's when I noticed Whit fuming with his back towards the rest of the world, cutting up a variety of vegetables.
'Don't be so angry.' I said coming closer to him and whispering. 'Its not like they had any control over it.'
He stayed silent, cutting up a carrot and tossing it in a pot of water.
I waited for a response but it never came. I knew he was going to be angry with Fabian for loving Rowan, but I thought that their relationship being The Prophecy's decision would cool his anger. It didn't.
'Whit, I know you-' but he wasn't having any of it.
'Are you going to help me cook or not?' He said, a bit too strained and irritated.
I nodded patiently and silently helped him. Today was not the right day for my sarcastic comments and I understood that.
But what about my curiosity?
I know that we all are wondering what were on the unread pages Jerome didn't share.
'What do you think filled those pages?' I asked when the silence became deafening.
I waited again for a response knowing that I might not get one and I was better off talking to myself.
But I was trying to be patient with Whit's attitude. So I waited.
'No doubtedly they had Tristan's future on them. But, there was something more too. Something big.' He pondered on the thought before shrugging. 'But the Elderes will let us know when it is the right time.'
'Yeah, I know. That's what they said.' I said disappointed, I knew if Whit wanted to know badly enough then we would have a better shot of knowing sooner.
'Speaking of Tristan, why isn't he here?' I asked.
'I asked if he wanted to join us but he declined, said he had to get back to his grandmother.' Whit answered.
I nodded. His grandmother was a sweet lady. She rarely ever talked. Usually only smiled at you, nodded or shook her head. She was a frail thing, that was once beautiful in her time.
When Tristan was born his mother had passed after the labor, and his father soon joined his mother as he caught the common cold and his immune system failed him. He didn't even have a memory of either of them.
His grandmother raised him then, and now he looks after her.
It will be hard when she goes. On all of us. She has been kind to us all.
I remember her younger years when we were little and she was even then very quiet, but she was very happy. She was always smiling.
All Tristan did was take care of her, we offer our time as well when we are asked. But Tristan prefers doing it himself.
He can be independent like that.
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